Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

Da
Uh,
Ey yo chris man, what you think these niggaz was man?
Fuck niggaz thinking, man? ain't no violators except us man
Why these niggaz trying to shit without us man huh?
I told these niggaz man a of the pie come in the game
We want in man, want in

I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is in they face
for they mama,
Left with three in the dome three in the and waist
Don't let young nigga decieve you,
If you want then tell me where to meet you
I'll bring so heat, one side of the earth will melt, then step off
boppin, chain rockin, notch in my belt,
My rock raw and stick barrel style
Niggas mouth they catch lock jaw,
I got to spend a million and more
Before I hit a million and four, death,
Pull a gun on me one in me
I'm trying to make sure, niggaz none of me
You just don't know what these have done to me, what's become of me
I was raised in a world so it's numbened me, I'm so dirty I'm filthy
I done scared so niggaz, it's gonna take a scared nigga to kill me
If it's murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz I'm

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Ja
murda, we gon leave you in, nigga
Franchise fill you wit lead, nigga
No more crying over spilled
Throw yo gunz if you a thug
Uhh

Yo, you see y'all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon to the four
you'se a sometime thug, sometime seeking the law
I'ma seek to you it you breathe no more, we crash the door
not a game, pesci don't laugh no more, black tahoe
Stashing the door, fitting in it
A nigga so there's a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limit
You know, double five, to l.i to buckle the pies
Before I die I want you speakers to bleed my
Cafe, leaky k, franchise three of the same
I let my niggaz hit this man, cause nuttin but x's on my hitlist, man
And I'm a man in the city, don't force the kid
I'm a gangsta once I cross the and I toss yo wig
Frontin niggaz, don't for me
Cause for them cakes I'm running in yo
It's

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Ey yo my niggaz on the job and if there's any drama involved
We grip shotguns, maddex are the that revolve
See me hoppin out a gray 5, in the trunk
And enough coke to have these blocks for months
When I pop up, better head for the hills
Act up and you gon see how many get killed
Starter for war, dog I'm holdin of gunz
Niggaz come home to find a bomb to they son
Bunch of violent niggaz taking your
from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I henny till my vision is blurred
Shit I'm only trying to live it up, get high and drunk till I
Type of nigga that'll bag up yo and twist her
I got no love for niggaz and these bitch ass niggaz
Hatin me they wish they had it like me
I'm brooklyn and I'm glad to be (brooklyn!)
murda

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